Return Of The Jockstrap - Part 5

Erick sat there with a frozen expression of equal parts terror and lust. He didn’t move as Joel grabbed him by the shoulders and roughly shoved him to the floor. Despite his enormity, Joel was on top of him before Erick could even catch his breath, shoving his huge cock into Erick’s slack-jawed mouth with enough force that he was sure he dragged his teeth over the entire length of Joel’s dick.

Joel didn’t seem to mind at all. He pressed in, and out, humping Erick’s mouth with the same vigor he’d so recently fucked Keith’s asshole. Erick could barely breathe, soon learning he had to inhale deeply when Joel pulled out otherwise his groin would completely cover his face in an airtight seal of hair, sweat, and skin. Joel grunted in time with his thrusts, almost animalistic sounds that filled the small room in time with the squelch of his length plunging down Erick’s esophagus.

Erick tried to reach around Joel’s middle to help steady his thrusting, but no matter where he reached his hands just met moist, soft, and yielding flesh. Eventually he settled on placing them in the crevice that he thought might have been Joel’s prodigious love handles, the movement of his rolls providing Erick with some warning that Joel was about to thrust.

This continued for some time before Joel extracted his cock with a loud pop and an even louder gasp as Erick took his first full breath in minutes. While Erick lay there dazed and red-faced, Joel moved down to between his legs, pulling them as wide apart as possible around his belly before he sucked in and let it all spread out over Erick’s groin and abdomen. Joel could feel Erick’s still hard dick twitch beneath all his bulk.

It was frustratingly difficult for Joel to find Erick’s hole. He spent minutes hotdogging Erick’s hairy and surprisingly firm cheeks before he finally stuck his head at Erick’s ring and pushed. Erick’s mouth opened wide but no sound came out as Joel pressed inch after inch inside him.

For Joel, it was exactly what he needed. Kurt was a well-used hole and clearly the bottom of the pair, but Erick was so tight be might’ve been a virgin. Joel made a few languid pumps of his full length, luxuriating in the snug warmth and how his balls were so closely nestled in Erick’s crotch.

For Erick, it was sensation overload. With each pump Joel dragged his entire sweat-slicked bulk over his achingly hard dick, providing exquisite friction to counter the incredible pain that was coming from his hole as Joel practically sawed him in two. But after one such slide inside him, Joel managed to accidentally find just the right spot to make Erick spit out a pleasured grunt of surprise.

Joel knew then what he had to do. Remember the angle, he held Erick’s ankles around his incredible waist as he mashed his tool into Erick's prostate again and again. Erick’s eyes shut tight as he let out a strangled moan with each thrust, as though trying to fight against the waves of ecstasy that rocked him. Joel kept the same steady rhythm throughout his lovemaking, supremely confident that he wouldn’t need to do any more to make Erick cum buckets.

He was right. Not a few moments later Erick finally let loose a howl as he filled the gap between them with his seed. Joel just kept pumping as Erick’s ring rhythmically tensed around his cock, the underside of his belly dragging semen over Erick’s groin and abdomen. Soon the steady squelching of Joel’s dick was matched by the sound of their two bellies coated in cum while one moved like a tectonic plate over the other.

Joel continued his pumping long after he felt Erick’s hole loosen up, but he kept going. Minutes later he felt the ring contract and the dick buried under his belly tense again as Erick came for the second time, semen now dripping down their respective thighs to form a puddle on the floor and mingling with the sweat that fell in rivulets own Joel’s titanic sides.

On his third orgasm Erick passed out. Joel didn’t notice as his hole kept tensing around his length, almost as though massaging him to his own peak. Joel had felt it building for some time, bigger and longer than he’d ever known it could. Every time Joel felt his balls contract and that familiar rising sensation, it would frustratingly fall away, teasing him, tormenting him almost.

Finally, Joel picked up his pace. He thrust faster and in shorter strokes, not even noticing that Erick’s eyes remained closed as he could barely see over his mountainous belly. It was almost there, so close he could taste it.

And then it happened. Joel bellowed out and came. It was in a volume that seemed impossible, so thick he almost seemed to shoot Erick out from beneath him after the first jet. Burbles of jizz slipped from between their guts like erupting lava, the pool of sweat and cum spreading almost as far as his bed.

His peak lasted as long as the buildup, like a slowly cresting wave that crashed in multiple phases, and each one causing Joel to shudder in such a way it sent his entire body jiggling. Erick awoke to the feeling of literal fullness and something soft, warm, and wet vibrating on his still-hard cock. When he realized what it was he came for a fourth time, his meager offering paling in comparison to the torrent that Joel produced.

Slowly, the flood ebbed. The shuddering behemoth grew still even as he breathed in deep lungfuls of air. The room stank of sex and sweat.

Joel remained kneeling on the floor, cock still half-buried in Erick’s hole for several minutes. Then he felt a pair of large hands grasp his mantits from behind.

“That was hot,” Kurt said from behind Joel. “Can I go again?”

While the three titans began a second bout of sexual congress, the discarded jockstrap slowly mended itself until it was once again whole. Then as like a leaf on the wind, it blew out of Joel’s window to land on the ground next to a well-worn footpath. The students on campus mostly ignored the discarded garment as it wasn’t entirely unusual to find such things around the campus dorms.

Ignored by all students, except for one.